< Psalms 142 >

1 Of understanding for David. A prayer when he was in the cave. I cried to the Lord with my voice: with my voice I made supplication to the Lord.
Dawut ƣarda yoxurunup turƣan waⱪitta yazƣan «Masⱪil»: — Mǝn Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa awazimni anglitip nalǝ-pǝryad kɵtürimǝn; Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa awazim bilǝn yelinimǝn;
2 In his sight I pour out my prayer, and before him I declare my trouble:
Uning aldida dad-zarlirimni tɵkimǝn; Uningƣa awariqilikimni eytimǝn.
3 When my spirit failed me, then thou newest my paths.
Roⱨim iqimdǝ tügixǝy dǝp ⱪalƣanda, Xu qaƣda basⱪan yolumni bilgǝnsǝn; Mǝn mangƣan yolda ular manga ⱪiltaⱪ saldi.
4 I looked on my right hand, and beheld, and there was no one that would know me. Flight hath failed me: and there is no one that hath regard to my soul.
Ong yenimƣa ⱪarap baⱪⱪaysǝn; Ətrapimda meni tonuydiƣan adǝm yoⱪtur; Panaⱨgaⱨ yoⱪap kǝtti; Ⱨeq adǝm jenimƣa kɵyünmǝydu.
5 I cried to thee, O Lord: I said: Thou art my hope, my portion in the land of the living.
Mǝn Sanga pǝryad kɵtürdüm, i Pǝrwǝrdigar; Sanga: «Sǝn mening Baxpanaⱨimsǝn, Tiriklǝrning zeminida bolƣan Nesiwǝmdursǝn» — dedim.
6 Attend to my supplication: for I am brought very low. Deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
Mening pǝryadimƣa ⱪulaⱪ salƣaysǝn; Qünki mǝn intayin harab ǝⱨwalƣa qüxürüldum; Meni ⱪoƣliƣuqilirimdin ⱪutuldurƣaysǝn; Qünki ular mǝndin küqlüktur.
7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the just wait for me, until thou reward me.
Sening namingni tǝbriklixim üqün, Jenimni türmidin qiⱪarƣaysǝn; Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniylar ǝtrapimda olixidu; Qünki Sǝn manga zor meⱨribanliⱪ kɵrsitisǝn.

< Psalms 142 >